Very little people in my life (who aren’t immediately related or really close friends) know that I write, and especially what I write. When people learn this information, be it hearing it from someone else or (Gasp!) opening a book and seeing my name and bio, they always seem surprised. I could venture to guess the reason why this sort of news would shock them – I’m a quiet wife who works nine to five, loves to cook and dotes on her two children – but I never ask why.
It’s so funny, though, when I actually engage in the conversation, and even better when I offer to bring the person something of mine to read. It happened today because of this new tattoo:
The person asked what it meant and if it was personal, and people who know me of course realize that it’s self explanatory, so I told him that I’m a writer not thinking we’d need to elaborate on that, but then he added, “Oh, yeah. I heard that. I heard about you a long time ago as a matter of fact. You’re a porno writer.”
It was all I could do not to fall out laughing, but we were at work and I kept it together. Then he said, “I like to read, too, you know. You ought to show me your stuff.”
Long story short, I’m bringing him an antho or two tomorrow so that he can get a sample of my “porno” writing because he told me he has just one rule:
“It it ain’t nasty, it ain’t right.”
I’ll let you know soon if it’s right or wrong.
therealtenille 